Novel & Cerita Freya Allan Hot

Arthur snapped out of his trance and replied then returned to his game. Freya, on the other hand, became a statue at one of her photoshoots. “Nice, just stay still and a couple more shoots and we are done.” the photographer said as she took some pictures of Freya sporting a summer fashion clothing for a new line of fashion clothing of Prada. “And… we are done.” the photographer said but Freya still remained like a statue and did not dare to move. She was completely still.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

After packing her hair in her usual ponytail,she came out again "Gosh,I don't understand why you look so hot in that uniform girl" Aurora said,staring at her,especially her hips which look wide and perfect "Oh please don't start Aurora,you see me in this everyday" Annabella rolled her eyes "I'm not surprised that you met Thadeus Storm" Aurora smirked and Anna sighed out,she wouldn't dare tell her that she also saw Gregor Campbell just now or she won't be able to rest today. "Where are the girls? Kitchen?" Annabella asked

Pushing down my unease, I settled into the front row as he’d directed, my hands smoothing my dress nervously. Liam resumed speaking, his voice steady, commanding. “Our new Luna is someone you all know—a kind, courageous, radiant woman, the most breathtaking in our pack.” My cheeks warmed, and I readied myself to stand, my heart pounding with expectation. “It’s none other than… Freya Andre.” The words struck like a dagger, piercing my chest. My shoulders sagged, my face crumpling as the air was sucked from my lungs. My smile dissolved into a hollow, aching void.

“I is just a gathering to commemorate two months of the merge and there will not be any form of dancing, just food.” “Ohh.” Alan said, nodding his head. “Let us hope you are right then.” Freya walked down the stairs in that minute, dressed in a princess gown with her hair tied like a bun behind. She halted when she caught sight of me and looked at both our outfits simultaneously. “She is going for comfort.” Alan spoke up before I could say anything, and I turned to give him a stern look. Freya, on the other hand shrugged her shoulders without saying a single word and continued her walk down the stairs.

, he replied in a command. Freya's body heated up as excitement coursed through her body at his command. She brought down the straps that held the dress on her shoulder and watched Alan's eyes as it pulled around her hips, showing off her bare breasts and it's red peaks. Alan hummed and came close to her to palm the soft milky breasts. “Red”, he whispered, taking her lips in a searing kiss. “If you don't touch me now Alan..”, Freya warned. “Tell me”, he goaded her on.

"Oh my Goddess, Tutor Alaric, you must be absolutely exhausted!" Freya's high-pitched, fake-sweet voice echoed across the training field. I looked past Alaric's broad shoulder. She was strutting toward us, her hips swaying aggressively with every step. She held two tall glasses of ice water. She had completely changed her outfit. She was now wearing a paper-thin, tight white crop top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and tiny athletic shorts. Her green eyes were glued directly to Alaric's bare, sweat-glistening chest. She licked her glossy lips, completely ignoring my existence.

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

“My lady, what shall we do about Freya? She stands accused of heinous crimes—killing both Felicity and Constantine.” General Allistair leaned forward, his eyes flashing with determination. “I pledge to you, Lysandra, that I will bring you Freya’s head as a token of my loyalty.” Lysandra’s laughter tinkled in the air, sending a chill down the spines of those present. “Oh, General Allistair, you are so eager to please. But I have a different plan in mind for Freya.” Allistair raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is your command, my lady?”